Spawn of Griffith

It’s been forever and a day since my last post, and even though the few readers we had are undoubtedly long gone, I do want to keep this up so we can use it to embarrass the boys someday.

Jackson, you’re so cute and kind-hearted it makes my head spin. You love playing with Benny, and while sharing is still a challenge, the two of you have a blast. Especially outside in the dirt! Nothing says “this day rules” like dust-smeared faces and filthy clothing that has to be removed before you’re allowed back inside the house. Your Dad and I love watching you both wear each other out, whether you’re digging, playing trucks, or just racing around like hellions. That being said, Jack, you’ve also embraced the “terrible twos” in full force, and while you’re a sweetheart most of the time, the tantrums do happen, and they’re fierce to say the least. Kicking, hitting, screaming, throwing stuff. Fortunately your Dad and I work in tandem to keep this behavior at bay so it hasn’t overshadowed your endearing nature. But there are moments when I look at you flailing around on the ground and wonder how all this insanity could be spewing forth from my sweet little boy.

Benny, you’re adorable as always, and all over the place. No walking yet, but you’re the master crawler and can pretty much climb anything you want to explore. Stairs are your specialty, though, and you and Jackson scramble to the second floor whenever possible. There really isn’t that much up there, but I’m guessing the allure of exploring a semi-forbidden area is a fascination in itself. Also, you’re getting feisty like your brother. You’ve quickly picked up “NO” and use it as often as possible. Of course, when we turn the tables you pay no attention. Stubborn! I can only imagine what your “terrible twos” will bring—thank God it’s only happening one at a time.

Recently, while I was playing one of my Xbox 360 games, I put the controller down for a little while so I could cook some lunch. A few minutes later I looked over at the television and noticed my game character was moving around the screen. After a brief moment of wondering if my game was possessed, I saw that Jack had picked up my controller, parked himself in his favorite chair, and was now happily flicking the joysticks around.

What was most surprising was that he wasn’t just mindlessly fiddling with the controls, he was watching the TV while he was doing it. Meaning he knew that whatever he did with that controller, would affect the little man on the screen! He was even holding it the right way!

Naturally I was way impressed. I knew the little guy was smart, but I never thought he would figure out complex electronics anytime soon!

The upside is now I can start training him for his first video game tournament! Ha!

Our precious Boo has officially become a toddler after turning two on February 12. Thanks to our friends and family for their gifts and well-wishes, and to everyone else who’s brought a smile to Jack’s face since he first arrived two years ago. Honestly, I can’t even remember life before Jack was born. There are a few fragments here and there, but nothing concrete. Especially since Benny came along and wiped out most of what was left.

It has been so insanely cold these past few weeks, it feels like I moved back to Iowa. (Yes, I used to live there—I’ll explain later, when you’re old enough to care.) Just rushing from one building to another, and then back to the car again, feels like such a brutal effort. At least for me. Both of you wee ones, however, seem completely unconcerned with the lethal temps.

Ben, as long as you’re awake, any scenery is good scenery. And Jackson, you are such a trooper it’s unbelievable. Speaking of which, you had a terrible bout with the stomach flu this past week, and even though you were exhausted and pasty white, you still had a smile on your face. I myself would have been buried under the covers sobbing and begging for mercy. But you took it in stride like a champ. I was amazed and inspired to try and suck it up a little the next time I started ailing.

One cool thing about winter was watching you, Jackson, play in the snow with your cousin Hayden. You even rode a sled like a big boy! You still haven’t quite mastered the art of holding on, but Hayden kept you steady. Next year, your little brother will be out there, too. Arguing about why he should get to ride in front instead of you.